ll K Hamilton Some days the lion eats you, but some times you shove your arm down it's throat and pull it's visera out through it's mouth and kill it. Of course, sometimes it bites your arm off, and then eats you, but you tried, that's what counts. Some days it's not about winning, but about fighting. If you don't try, the lion will most definetely eat you. But sometimes when you put your all into something, and don't give up even when the odds are so against you, you surprise the lion and yourself, and you win.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one." He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies." "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.